Even if the shoe fits, I don't think I'll wear it
On beautiful days--and we've had an awful lot of them lately--I exercise by doing some fast walking at a local park that features a lighthouse, cliffs, and spectacular ocean views. All around me I can see people relaxing and having fun, or at least trying to--playing frisbee, pushing their kids on swings, flying kites, walking dogs (or being walked by their dogs).
Sometimes I take my radio headset, but sometimes I go without and watch the scenery and the people. If I get there around dinnertime, which I often do, there are invariably some picnickers who are using the grills near the wooden tables and benches, and the aromas of barbecuing meat reach out to tantalize me as I walk by.
Yesterday I was passing one of the playing fields and noticed a young Asian couple throwing a frisbee and speaking to each other in a language I couldn't place. The woman was the one who caught my eye first because she was nearest to me and, as I passed, she flipped the frisbee towards the man with an unusually smooth and practiced motion that it made it seem as though she'd been doing this virtually all her life. And perhaps she had.
He was a good frisbee player, but she was better. Very very petite, and dressed in denim shorts and a tank top. I watched for a moment as I drew near, thinking well, she can throw awfully well, but how's her catching? and the answer came right away: excellent. Very deft indeed. And that's when I noticed what she had on her feet.
What did she have on her feet? Something that looked pretty much like this (and thanks, Blogger, for making photos so much easier to insert now):
I could barely believe my eyes. She was running in them. She looked swift and agile. I don't think I saw her leap, but she didn't need to; she anticipated exactly where that frisbee was going and was there to meet it.
I don't think I could have walked in those shoes for more than a few minutes, even at her age. How did she keep them on her feet, how did she keep from tripping and breaking her ankle? And, more importantly and mysteriously, why hadn't she taken them off to play frisbee??
Astounding. It reminded me of that old saying about Ginger Rogers, that she did everything Fred Astaire did, only she did it backwards and in high heels. But I can understand why Rogers had to wear high heels to dance in stupendously glamorous evening gowns. And at least her high heels had backs.